I walked out the front and two strangers were standing there. “There is a bird sitting in that bush!”, the lady exclaimed as her fella rapidly pointed down towards our box wood bush.
I locked the door and looked down. There he was, minding his own bird business. A Cedar Waxing, resting comfortably atop the little branches. Maybe even nestled in the a bit.
He turned his little head as I proceeded to get as many close ups as I could. I had just purchased a guide for bird and raptors for our area. Well it paid off!
WordPress weekly photo challenge: Early Bird The locals gather for the fresh catch of the day along the docks and piers outside of the Safe Harbor Seafood Market and Restaurant on the St. Johns River, Mayport, Florida.
I was walking along in the relative cool of the morning when I saw this delightful little bird house in the shape of a church. I had seen it before and blogged about it but this time there was a tenant in the bird door way.
There was no for rent or vacancy sign was posted here yet this little fellow found the perfect home.
Soul laid to rest, why so troubled? Why draw me to this place of silence and where you moan and cry out? Angels, Madonnas, crosses and religious figures stand guard over slumbering residents long ago placed under shovels full of turned earth.
Why do you tarry here, tethered to the grave? What wicked deed hath condemned you to stay put amongst the others who find sleep and sweet release?
Come! I hold no judgement! Come! Upon my mystic black wings we shall find quiet winds as soar high above that grave that held you so.